This summer has not been good, so far, for my nudist adventures. I’ve mentioned more times than necessary about my knee surgery. I’ve also whined about the weather. Things changed this last weekend. It was a naked weekend!

Unfortunately, we still haven’t gone to our club or any other. However, the weather was wonderful this last weekend and we spent most of it free from the encumbrances of clothing. We even got some outside time, although that was limited and very cautious as we can be seen by both neighbors.

We recently refinished our wood floors in the house. There was some minor stuff to do to finish that up. By the time we got going, it was already in the low to mid eighties. Naked weekend had begun!

I know I’m a bit strange, but there is something decadently wonderful about wearing my tool belt and nothing else. There were thresholds to replace and furniture to fix and move.

Both the wife and I were reluctant to don those horrid pieces of material in the late afternoon, but we had company coming over and they are NOT nudists. I did slip in a little attempt to convert them, but they are not in the least interested.

As soon as they left, we were out on our deck naked, having a glass of wine. Our deck can be seen by the neighbors, but not at night if we turn the lights off. The stars were glorious and the gentle warm breeze was fabulous!

Sunday morning came around and, once again, we didn’t bother dressing once out of bed. The weather was still warm and the naked weekend had to be honored! As most of you know, we are Pagan in our spirituality and so we wanted to do our worship time outside. Since we can be seen, we dressed as lightly as possible and sat on our patio and did our thing. Once that was done, we came in for breakfast and naked cooking was observed. Well, I did wear and apron for some of it.

This morning the wife had to go to work, I’m retired, and I thought she might cry having to put on clothes. I don’t think she had ten minutes before she had to go out the door when she finally got dressed. I had to watch our grandson so I put on a pair of shorts. The DIL knows about our nudism and would love to join in, but our son is not. I don’t want problems, so I’m dressed whenever the DIL is around. Once the grandson was out the door, the shorts came off and haven’t been on since. The DIL wasn’t even out of the drive before I was happily nude again!

Hopefully there will be a time for us to get reunited with our club, but I know there are many more naked weekends before the snow starts to fly again.

I am, to say the least, a frustrated nudist. The weather the last week or so has been pretty nice. The temps have risen and the sun has been shining. Trouble is, I can’t go to our club.

I mentioned before that I just had knee surgery. I had total knee replacement of my right knee. It was three weeks ago yesterday. The knee only bends so far and it gets uncomfortable to be in the car for very long. Our club is an hour and a half away.

Still don’t see why I’m a frustrated nudist?

One of the big concerns with this type of surgery is blood clots. Because of this, I have to wear these horrid white thigh high pressure stockings. Can’t you just see me out by the pool in these?

Also, I can shower, but I can’t take a bath or be in a swimming pool. I don’t know about you, but getting in the pool is one of the high points of going to our club. Just laying out getting about half of my body tanned doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.

I would at least lay out at home, but since my knee doesn’t bend real well yet, laying on the deck is a bit tough. I can just see the headlines. “Man dies of exposure and hypothermia sunbathing on deck nude; unable to get up.”

Well, at least I know I will be fine in about another month. The stockings go and the incision will be healed enough to go in the water. Until then, the frustrated nudist will just live vicariously through you!

So here’s something that gripes me a bit. I hope I don’t step on anyone’s toes, or other parts! Here’s the thing. Why is it that guys seem to think that when they take a picture of themselves, they have to have the schlong profile?

When women share their picture, it is usually something nice. It might be them walking in the woods or in a field. We don’t have spread-eagle genitalia shots. That is usually for a different kind of website!

Here’s a picture of us.

Just happy people.

Guys, on the other hand, seem to feel the need to prove that they have not been emasculated. In fact, sometimes we even get to see that said appendage is functional, or at least partly so.

Now I have no problem with the human body. I can view male and female forms in a nudist club, a private gathering, or online and not be offended or shocked. What I have a problem with is the obvious sexualization of male nude pictures.

Come on! nudism/naturism is supposed to be about a healthy attitude about the human body. These pictures that only show the body between the knees and bellybutton on a man are for strictly prurient reasons. How about we drop the sleeze factor a few notches?

I have been gone a long time from this site. The winter here, as in most places in the US, has been brutal. There was little naked time this winter! There certainly was no outside naked time and inside wasn’t much better. With temps is the single digits and howling winds, the thermostat had to be set so high my gas bill would have looked like the national debt!

Not only that, but I had total knee replacement surgery in February. Having my knee swollen to twice its size for a few weeks was not conducive to nude time either. I also had to wear these white support hose that were thigh high. I would have looked like I was trying for the sexy nurse look or something.

The thing that bums me out is that in about another week, I have to have the other knee done. Now I’m happy to get it fixed so I can walk without pain again. The thing is those damned white stockings! I will have to wear them until late June. Can you imagine sitting around the pool with everything bare except for those support hose?

Maybe I’m too vain! I think of people with real handicaps who are out there with no embarrassment and it shames me and my little white stockings. I think they just blushed too! Still, I don’t want someone thinking I’m going for the kinky look either. I’ll just wait, which means that here in upstate New York, I will miss about half of the season.

Oh well, the way this year is shaping up weather wise, I might not miss much anyway. This time last year I was out on my deck laying in the sun. I’d freeze my bits off this year!

The title is really a bit misleading. I’m not naked in the cold, like outside in the cold. It is, so far, the coldest day of the year. It’s about four degrees outside, Fahrenheit. That’s a bit cold for me to be cavorting around outside in the nude.

Not inside! Being somewhat of a rebel, I turned the heat up a bit and decided that today is a perfect naked day. Sitting in my toasty living room, looking out the picture window at all that snow, just makes me long for the warmth of summer.

This past year we spent time at Bare Oaks and at our local club Empire Haven. It was wonderful enjoying the warm sun, the pool, and the many conversations. I long for that time again.

Until then, here I am, sitting inside watching the snow and longing for summer’s return. How about you?

I just spent four days with my brother and sister-in-law. They are not nudists but are very conservative Republican Christians. I don’t mean that as a slam, (well, not a big slam, maybe a little one) but what I mean is that I’m not sure they disrobe to shower. At night, I would go into my guest room and get ready for bed. I sleep nude, of course. I would get naked and just stand there for a few minutes.

Getting naked feels so damned good!

I have read countless posts and comments by people who say that they feel uncomfortable naked. I wonder if they feel like their insides my fly out if clothing isn’t there to hold it in. They say that they feel exposed while naked.

Well, duh! You are exposed, ya ijut! And it feels damned nice!

I love the feel of the air on my skin, all of it. I love the feel of the sun on me. (something that was missing in the guest room!) I love the feeling of freedom to be who I am and accept others while in a social nudist setting.

I don’t understand how others feel uncomfortable.

Well, that’s not true. I do know. They feel ashamed. They feel ashamed because someone told them that the human body is a bad thing and must be covered at all times. They feel ashamed that they don’t look like the movie stars and models.

Of course, the movie stars and models don’t look like that either. That’s the beauty of photoshop, computer photography, and air brushing.

If they only understood how wonderful it feels and is, there would be no laws against public nudity. I wouldn’t have to get dressed to go to the grocery store in a few minutes. It is just a shame that they can’t understand. Maybe someday. Until then, I’ll have to be content to stand in the guest room for a few minutes.

As we drove out of the gate to our local club yesterday, I felt a bit of a lump in my throat. The season here in upstate NY is almost over and our club will be closing next weekend. The pool will be shut down tomorrow. I wondered how many others across the country will have the tears of a nudist.

I know that there are places around the country that will stay open. There are plenty in the south, but for this part of the country, we are done. Our club won’t open again until next May and I know many others do about the same.

Can I still be nude? Sure, I can be nude in the house all I want. I probably will be until the weather turns really cold. Then, even though we keep the heat up a bit, it will just be too chilly to be naked for extended periods of time. There is a local non landed club, NaturistRochester, that we can visit and we may do that this year. That is about our only hope. Can you see those tears of a nudist?

We love the nudist life and hate to see the season end. Sometimes it seems so long until spring comes again. None of our close friends are nudists, so home visits are not looming on the horizon. We do have some friends who are naturists, but they live too far away to travel the icy roads to visit.

I know some people who head south for the winter. That sounds great except for the fact that if you are still working a nine to five, then time and money are limited. There are others who go to clubs that remain open all year, but it gets a bit chilly laying out by the pool in twenty degree weather. That’s Fahrenheit. Talk about tears of a nudist! If it were Celsius it would be fine!

What do you do?

I’d love to hear what you do. Not only will it inspire me, it may inspire others too. Give us some ideas to keep our nudism alive and well through the winter. No more tears of a nudist.